Distant relative at Okinawa. He would not talk about it.
Accurate battle representation would not be the point of a surrealist gonzo war novel, more like Heller meets Vonnegut on LSD.
Circa 1982, during high school and not long before a stay at Camp Pendleton, I read
With the Old Breed by Eugene Sledge. This book still comes to mind from time to time. Really enjoyed it.
There are more than a few vets on these boards. Some vets talk, some don't.
The key to getting my grandfather (USA) to talk about WWII was to get him in the same room with his brothers (USN and Special), and away from others. Grandpa talked mostly about the war from his and his squad's point of view. He didn't talk much about "the 7th Army did this" and "the 5th Panzer Division did that", he talked about personal things. One was how his squad came upon an abandoned rail car full of down (feathers). They were so tired, they didn't care that Germans were a stones throw away. They jumped on top and sank in the down as they slept.
Related to European Theater vs Pacific Theater, here is a personal experience about the relationship between the two theaters Grandpa and his brothers laughed about when they got together.
Grandpa was regular army, enlisting when he was about to turn 15 (not many computer data bases to check in the 1930's, and he never admitted to his correct birth year). He saw a great deal of battle and received a commission. He fought in North Africa, went up into Italy, was shipped to England, then, set foot in France and headed for Berlin. His squad liberated POW camps, work camps, etc... Not long before the Russians entered Berlin, and immediately after he received a minor wound from a GSW, his unit was sent back to its hometown, for two weeks, to gather more troops and supplies before heading to Japan. While home he met his brother at a bar. He hadn't seen his brother in six years. Grandpa told his brother he was scared to go to Japan. He said he could deal with blizzards, forging cold rivers, and could *take care of* Krauts all day long, but Bonsais and Samurai swords scared him to death. His brother kept trying to reassure him that everything was going to be ok. His brother, a civilian, had no standing in my grandfather's eyes. They parted. What his brother couldn't tell him was he (the brother) was the head machinist for the Manhattan Project (TN). After dealing with the extraction of the Uranium, he continued working on the project. The brother was only able to steal two days to come home, during which time he had the chance meeting with my grandfather at the bar. A few days after the meeting at the bar, the brother was heading to the Pacific Theater with the bombs. The bombs were deployed before Grandpa got near Japan, but he still had to do some "clean up and policing", as he called it.
Anyway, even with all the battle my grandfather saw in Europe and Africa, the reputation of the Pacific Theater affected Grandpa.
Grandpa retired as a Major and was a successful business man.